Insomnia

I can't sleep. Every time I put down my book or crossword or other displacement activity and turned out the light, my brain started going "waaaah" at me, and shouting silly things about all the things I have to do, including but not limited to sorting out my classroom at school and passing on all necessary paperwork, visiting the new school and making sure I ask all the right questions so I'm ready for September, finding somewhere to live, arranging removal men or a crowd of volunteers and a large van, rerouting all my mail, making sure my new house has things like electricity, water and phone when I move, getting the car MOTed...

Why does my brain feel it necessary to shout at me at midnight? I don't think *any* of the things on my list can be tackled at midnight. However, large portions of the list will be harder to tackle if I'm a sleep-deprived zombie. I'm hoping this large mug of hot chocolate and the catharsis of blogging will help me to drop off. G'night!